East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai

Taking the afternoon off

What a week.
I’ve been bedridden with a fever, I was attacked in the night by a backstabbing Persian carpet, a client vanished with a job and a fistful of bucks that would have been good for my finances, and right now I’m stuck in my house because a car race is passing through my village, and I am going through one of my usual bouts of insomnia.
I wrote less than I planned, but I have racked up an arm-long list of calls I will try and cover in the next days.
But right now, 7000 words into a 10.000 words story, I think I’ll call it a day, and retreat for a while with a good book. After all, it’s Sunday all over the world.
Have a nice day, ladies and gentlemen.